Raising his head, when he saw the Buddha in the sky, he was also so excited that he burst into tears.

Kneeling reverently, the young monk also knelt down.

Hongyuan murmured: "My Buddha is compassionate, rescues suffering, purifies all sentient beings, and is ...... Amitabha Buddha."

After that, he knelt on the spot again, muttering Buddhist words that ordinary people could not understand.

At this time, Jian Junxi had already climbed the nine hundred ladders, and looking down from the top, the ladders left a blood mark on her forehead.

She was so exhausted that she couldn't move a single step, and she knelt on the stairs without moving.

Her body seemed to be coiled with dead air, and if it weren't for the violently undulating chest, she would have fainted.

Because she couldn't see, she didn't know how many ladders she had climbed, let alone how many ladders there were ahead, and tears of pain swirled in her eyes.

His hands, which had no strength, were covered with dust and mud and were shaking incessantly.

But she was still like a turtle, climbing up little by little, she was afraid, afraid that she would faint if she couldn't climb to the top of the mountain, afraid that the Buddha would not see her piety.

In this life, she really didn't ask anyone, no matter how hard it was, she didn't dare to hope for the Buddha.

In fact, she didn't know if this place would solve her worries

She just wanted to try, but it still didn't seem to reach the end......

The bits and pieces with Nangong Jing came to mind

From the first meeting to the second meeting, he put down all his self-esteem for her, just to stay by her side.

Block bullets for her without hesitation, learn to cook for her, fetch medicine for her, no matter what you do?

It's all for her, and she?

Nothing had been done for him, and she didn't answer the last call he made when he needed her the most.

She hated herself for not having time to save him, she hated her miserable fate, it was all the pain of lifelong regret, and she didn't give her any chance to redeem it at all.

She misses her mother, her grandfather, her master, and Nangong Jing

No matter what the scene is, as long as she thinks about it, it is like a knife in her heart that keeps stabbing her, stabbing one after another, making her feel painful and full of blood and tears.

Tears of heartbreak rolled in her eyes, but she gritted her teeth and held back, not letting it fall......

Hongyuan opened his eyes again, and the Buddha, who had been docked in the air for nearly two hours, slowly dissipated into the air......

"Wu Ze, help Master up." Hongyuan spoke hoarsely.

He knelt for too long, he was old, and he couldn't get up for a while.

"Okay......" Gosawa got up and looked at the sky, helping him up.

Hongyuan staggered towards the door, Gosawa had never seen him so flustered.

Holding his arm, he asked suspiciously, "Master, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Quick, help me to the ladder ......" Hongyuan's voice was slightly anxious, and his steps were a little messy.

The disciples in the square were surprised when they saw him walking out of the gate, because he hadn't stepped out of the temple gate for nearly ten years......

"Abbot ......" Everyone saw the Buddha leave and the abbot left the temple, and they didn't know what was happening, so they stood up and followed behind them.

When Hongyuan walked to the top of the ladder, Jian Junxi was only thirty steps away.

The mottled blood stains on his forehead looked shocking, but he still didn't give up, and walked forward with trembling hands holding up the stairs a little......

The monks were stunned and let out a sigh of disbelief......

"Nan no Amitabha ......" Hongyuan put one hand on his chest and bowed slightly to the bottom of the mountain.

"Master, is he the Jian Junxi who sealed the mountain?" Gosawa asked suspiciously.

(End of chapter)